Breeze strolled over to the table and chose a seat with his characteristic decorum. The portly man raised his dueling cane, pointing it at Ham. 'I see that my period of intellectual respite has come to an end.' Ham smiled. 'I thought up a couple beastly questions while I was gone, and I've been saving them just for you, Breeze.'' I'm dying of anticipation,' Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. 'Spook, drink.' Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine.' He's such a fine lad,' Breeze noted, accepting the drink. 'I barely even have to nudge him Automatically. If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.' Spook frowned. 'Nicking the not on the playing without.'' I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.' Kelsier rolled his eyes. 'Losing the stress on the nip,' he said. 'Nothing without the needing of care.'' Riding to rile of the rids to the right,' Spook said with a nod.' What are you two babbling about?' Breeze said testily.' Wasing the was of brightness,' Spook said. 'Nip the having of wishing of this.'' Ever washing the doing of this,' Easier agreed.' Ever washing the wish of having they have,' Ham added with a smile. 'Drifting the wish of washing the not.' Breeze turned to Dickson with exasperation. 'I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.' Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, 'Washing not of washing is.

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